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My biggest one would be quitting my old job. Hated it there, every day would just suck the life out of you. We had a main manager that we all answered to, but then the head of my office was my direct supervisor as well. And she could not do a thing wrong in the manager's eyes. I'd get hauled over the coals for the slightest mistake, while if my supervisor screwed up, she'd get a nice, gentle, "Please make sure that doesn't happen in future :)" Every night i'd go home in a shitty mood.

I had to get out, and even though i was getting married in the near future, i rathered quit with nothing lined up than stay there another week. So i gave my notice. It was the scariest time in my life. I was going to be free, but i was going to have no income. I did have savings built up but didn't want to waste it all. I'd been applying for jobs for weeks even before i gave my notice and heard nothing, but a few days after i finished, i fell ass backwards into a casual job with a Telstra call centre. It was shit work, and i hated that too. But at least it was only a few days a week. Then about a month later i got the call from the place where i am now. I'd applied previously but didn't get a job and they said they'd keep me on file. "Yeah right," i thought.

They asked if i could come in for a chat about a job they had coming up, i wasn't free for the rest of the Monday to i said i'd come in Tuesday. So i did, had no idea that meant "come and interview for this job". So i went in, casual as you like. And realised as soon as i sat down with the 3 bosses in a room alone, shit this is an interview. Apparently i did well because the next day they rang back and asked how soon i could start. I said straight away. I had the Thursday off already but just had to ring my crappy casual call centre job and tell em i was outtie. I've now been here over 3 years and love it.

The biggest sliding doors moment was pulling the trigger on quitting my old job. I had to give 2 weeks notice there (when i gave my notice the big boss made me stand there while she pulled the award conditions folder out to make sure i didn't have to give extra notice), so had this place rung up while i was still at my old job, there was no way i could've taken the job. They needed someone within the week and i wouldn't have been able to it. It was just one of them moments where the big gamble paid off.
 
I had a similar experience when I was 14, when my father died. A week earlier he was talking to me about buying a ute and teaching me to drive.

That was when I first started thinking about how short life is.

Of course, now, I think life is too long. :/
My grandfather dropped dead in front of me when I was seven and yet aside from being sad at his death, I don't remember any sort of other emotion coming from it. Even now, in my memory it is the room he died in that I can remember, not anything about his death. I guess, being so young, my brain hadn't developed enough to come with an intellectual response to what I had seen.
 

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When I was 12 I had my first sexual experience. At the time, I lived in a little suburb outside of Adelaide CBD and anyway, the girl next door and I were really good friends. Our parents were both gone for the day and she was over playing Pokemon with me. So anyway, we kinda got.. Bored I guess? And we started playing truth or dare, which turned into ‘you show me yours, I’ll show you mine". So anyway there I Was, 12 years old, heart pounding, blood rushing in my ears, and the chick (who was a year older than me actually) takes off her panties and hikes her little skirt up. so What did I do, you ask? I whistled for a cab, and when it came near, the license plate said “fresh” and there were dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought “naw forget it, yo home to Bel-Air!” I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabbie “yo homes smell ya later!” Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there. To settle my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.

(srs bznz, lost weight)
 
2001

was working some moves on the dancefloor with this little blonde hottie. would have been about 5'1, maybe 40kg, but had **** you would just "get down and thank god you were man" for. anyhoo, we're dancing and grinding away for about an hour, when her boyfriend (who i was completely unaware of the existence of) kindly reminded my through a punch to the face that i was dancing with his girl

this obviously threw me back a little as i was unaware of any romantic involvements involving this girl. i hit the ground with what appeared to be a shiner to my left eye, while my mates took care of the guy (good blokes :thumbsu:). while i was on the ground reestablishing my composure, another girl comes up to me, with a napkin full of ice for my soon to be black eye. i looked to her to thank her, and got completely lost in her beauty

12 years later, i'm married to this girl and have 2 wonderful kids

if i hadn't been floored that night, i wouldn't have met my wife

Not sure what to say here, apart from the fact that this girl is a tramp.

Also your "good blokes" of mates (plural) belt a guy who just had his whore of a gf grinding on a bloke for the past hour.

Classy... Guess it points to the sort of society we live in.
 
Not sure what to say here, apart from the fact that this girl is a tramp.

Also your "good blokes" of mates (plural) belt a guy who just had his whore of a gf grinding on a bloke for the past hour.

Classy... Guess it points to the sort of society we live in.

His wife is a tramp?

You are aware she was a different girl, not the one grinding onto him? Just some girl who saw the whole thing and came to his aid?

And I would rate his mates as good blokes yes. You don't just belt a bloke because your misses is dancing with him. Speak to your misses if you have a problem with it, its not that guys fault. You randomly punch someone when you are out you better expect his mates to back him up.
 
if i had an idea that the bish i was dancing with was taken, i would have walked away. i don't cut lunches..

wife was a different girl

if you were randomly belted by someone, regardless of the reason, you'd hope your mates would lend a hand. they didn't belt the shit out of him or anything, but they certainly defused the situation quickly
 
2001

was working some moves on the dancefloor with this little blonde hottie. would have been about 5'1, maybe 40kg, but had **** you would just "get down and thank god you were man" for. anyhoo, we're dancing and grinding away for about an hour, when her boyfriend (who i was completely unaware of the existence of) kindly reminded my through a punch to the face that i was dancing with his girl

this obviously threw me back a little as i was unaware of any romantic involvements involving this girl. i hit the ground with what appeared to be a shiner to my left eye, while my mates took care of the guy (good blokes :thumbsu:). while i was on the ground reestablishing my composure, another girl comes up to me, with a napkin full of ice for my soon to be black eye. i looked to her to thank her, and got completely lost in her beauty

12 years later, i'm married to this girl and have 2 wonderful kids

if i hadn't been floored that night, i wouldn't have met my wife

Did you thank the sl*t and her douchebag boyfriend?
 
Not sure what to say here, apart from the fact that this girl is a tramp.

Also your "good blokes" of mates (plural) belt a guy who just had his whore of a gf grinding on a bloke for the past hour.

Classy... Guess it points to the sort of society we live in.

What? Re-read the story so you understand it properly before you label someone's wife a tramp. She was the one who helped him. Nothing infuriates me more than seeing my mate get hit, if you would just stand by and contemplate how much class you've got after your mate has been hit for no good reason, then I'm glad I'm not mates with you.
 
Not sure what to say here, apart from the fact that this girl is a tramp.

Also your "good blokes" of mates (plural) belt a guy who just had his whore of a gf grinding on a bloke for the past hour.

Classy... Guess it points to the sort of society we live in.

I want to party with you. You must be fun at parties.
 

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I want to party with you. You must be fun at parties.

Very sorry, I do apologise. Read it wrong.

In regards to the friends helping him out. I have seen, heard of and been involved way too many incidents (lots of them with mates) where the answer to the problem was to get all their mates and beat the living day lights out of the group or person with inferior numbers. One of those was on the weekend. Touched a nerve slightly.

After hearing the reply and seeing what I wrote without thinking it through, made me look like a dick.
 
Had a dog get very sick, found strength I never knew I had in making the last days as comfortable as possible.When the dog died I for the first time in my life experienced grief. Being numb from loss, is something I'll always remember. Having been threw some stuff that shouldn't of happened ,the numbness I experienced actually gave me confidence.

Its fair to say that slowly things have gone upward since, there really is life in death and death in life.
 
A 40 year old drunk woman told me I had a nice butt when I served her food as a 16 year old. The confidence that fat old slag gave me got me laid a week later and set me on a path to arrogance that changed my life forever.

Whenever I get rejected by a girl I think of my spirit animal and feel better.


It's amazing the confidence teenage guys get from any kind of acknowledgement from an "older lady", I'd say its very common. Certainly gave me a boost when many years ago while working in a supermarket.
 

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I've had a few, but the one that sticks with me the most was something that happened to me last year. A work mate who I worked with for 10 years died in my arms. We were working together and he suffered a brain hemorrhage and collapsed in my arms. Stayed with him until the ambulance came, he died in the hospital that night.

It really shook me up and made me change my outlook on life.
 
A mate from high school decided to drink and do some donuts in his car. Ending up hitting a kid and putting him in a wheelchair for life. Mate went to jail, got r*ped, then got addicted to heroin to deal with it and ended up topping himself.

Decent and intelligent bloke who through one act of naive stupidity completely destroyed two lives directly, and god knows how many indirectly. (families etc)

I know from that day on I have thought about the possible results of decisions that I make in life, and I think that event still helps me make better decisions today.
 
My experience was very, very similar to Gough's. I just didn't know where to look when it happened, and then was lost for months after that.

I was also 15.

At the risk of being dramatic, it made me re-evaluate my social life at school and led to me losing a lot of friends when i realised I didn't want to be pushed around anymore. Anyway, I got to Uni and ended up meeting a fair few new people and becoming a part of a big circle, another member being his brother.
 
On a happier note, I owe a lot to my brother giving me The Great Gatsby as part of my birthday present for my 17th. Has resulted in a growing obsession with, and collection of, classic books
 

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